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Pierce Letter

Pierce Letter - Page 1

29 Dec.
Dear Folks,
Well, I’m sitting here
in my hammock writing
a letter home from
somewhere in the jungle.
We’ve been patrolling
off of Hiway One going
out of Bien Hoa. We
haven’t’ found much except
where they have been.
(The dinks) Mom, you
wouldn’t believe it but
that Negro guy from
Carthage is in my
platoon and patrolling he
walks right behind me.
He jokes with me and asks
me didn’t I wish I was
at Weber’s right now
drinking a coke.

Bob Pierce, son of Mr. and Mrs. Euel Pierce, served as a soldier in the Army 1st Cavalry Division in the Vietnam Conflict/War in the early 1970s, within the years 1970 through 1972. Pierce was from Carthage, Texas and had a brother, Euel Pierce Jr., and a sister, Kathy Pierce.

Scope and Content Note

The collection consists of a compilation of letters sent home to family in the early 1970s by Bob Pierce during his tour of duty in the Vietnam War, with the exception of one letter sent to Pierce from his sister, Kathy. The letters only indicate the day and month that they were written, with postmark information on two letters indicating the year in which written. The letters involve general information about conditions and circumstances experienced while serving duty in Vietnam, and provide excellent insight into the mind of a soldier and his day-to-day life while serving in the Vietnam War.

This item may be protected under Title 17 of the U.S. Copyright Law. It is available for non-commercial research and education. For permission to publish or reproduce, please contact the East Texas Research Center at asketrc@sfasu.edu.

29 Dec.
Dear Folks,
Well, I’m sitting here
in my hammock writing
a letter home from
somewhere in the jungle.
We’ve been patrolling
off of Hiway One going
out of Bien Hoa. We
haven’t’ found much except
where they have been.
(The dinks) Mom, you
wouldn’t believe it but
that Negro guy from
Carthage is in my
platoon and patrolling he
walks right behind me.
He jokes with me and asks
me didn’t I wish I was
at Weber’s right now
drinking a coke.

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This item may be protected under Title 17 of the U.S. Copyright Law. It is available for non-commercial research and education. For permission to publish or reproduce, please contact the East Texas Research Center at asketrc@sfasu.edu.